Them baggy sweat pants and the Reeboks with the straps she turned around and gave that big booty a smack
i gave her kudos at the end there because i am all about positive reinforcement. she thanked me later by telling me to MOVE out of her way so she could ass shake some more. no problem! this was going on in pretty much every single bar along bourbon street. or versions of it. pure bliss. chicks would randomly get up here and out dance one another i almost did it but was too busy thinking about karaoke plus i wasn’t hosed enough and yes that MC is in fact a total dink. the band was rolling their eyes big time. a lot of people on bourbon seem to be forced to be tacky and zany, totally exploited. after this we went to the sex club. we saw no sex but the chain smoking preggo stripper made a lot of money. how enterprising.
Glad you’re spending time in NOLA, that’s my home state. I haven’t commented in a long time but I wanted you to know that I still love you. Also, I love that pic of you on the bed smiling below.
I was wondering if when you wear that fuzzy hat do people hit you up for drgs? Cause when I go to parties the sexy girl with the fuzzy hat always has the good shit.
Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I love how you wear your desperation on your sleeve. It’s palpable, even on your blog. I think if everyone could be less ashamed of their desperation, their needs, their flaws, as you are, the world would be a much more interesting place and poseurs would sink like rocks.
don’t take this the wrong way but that comment was really desperate. and rude. you are using the wrong word entirely. if i were desperate i’d be sucking dick in a strip club. there is absolutely nothing desperate about my life thank you. no one asks me for drugs.
lol
“when I go to parties the sexy girl with the fuzzy hat always has the good shit”
interesting observation, i suppose the shady asians at footworx have lost their luster?
Hey don’t take this the wrong way but you’re an asshole. Just saying. Nothing personal…
C stands for Crap, what an ass
the world is full of idiots
desire is hardly desperation. desperation is sitting on a couch watching tv with a bag of chips in your hand wondering why there’s no romance in your life.
desire is wanting something. chasing it. going for it. not giving a shit if you scrape your knees along the way and people judge you when you fall.
thx for inspiring me to comment, C, read a lot of blogs, but rarely feel moved to talk. you’re not an asshole, just a human who confused desperation with desire. don’t we all?
gotta run… party lays in wait. but if i meet the sexy girl with the fuzzy hat.. i’ll ask her to dance. life’s so much better off the wall, flower, and on the dancefloor
xox